Driving north from Flagstaff I spotted the splash of bright pinks and purples. And then the posters and artwork. It whizzed by in a blur of desert colors. Turquoise, pink, coral all flashed by out of the corner of my eye. Jim stop,go back I yelled and he did.
The art out here in the middle of nowhere touched me more than any art I have seen in a museum. I’m sure if I ever return to this spot it will be changed in someway-the way an artist changes his or her canvas when they are looking to find something more.
I hope you take away something from the photos displayed here. I wish I could list the name of the artists, some added their signatures some didn’t. And I don’t know who is responsible for the photographic posters that were part of this desert gallery-I just know they touched my soul.
Power is not brute force and money
Power is in your spirit
Power is your soul it’s what your
Ancestors and your old people gave you
Power is in the earth
It is in your relationship to the earth
All roads leading up to the banner
I stood under on the side of mountain
lined with fast food containers,
soda and beer cans
bottles and boxes and other contributions
as offering to the capitalistic gods of our time
In money we gather
In trash we offer
I am a list of material possessions
that’ll decompose long after I’m gone.
A few destinations with broken hearts
that showed me,
I am nothing more than time measured for nonsense,
emptiness is my existence.
If you are ever northbound out of Flagstaff on Highway 89 stop here and feel the spirit of the place , let it envelope you and touch your soul.
Safe travels my friends.